Our heads
The van jets Our heads
I have split my mind
Far too many times
Talking dirty "bout
Clearing up the sky
We are different faces
Looking trough one pair of eyes
Just got up
And good with lies
And our heads will roll
And our heads will roll
On your lap
Now we've been deported
On a train to Brussels
All will be unveiled
At our trial
And our heads will roll
And our heads will roll
On your lap
